Yesterday evening I sat down to finish the last claw for my owl when I noticed the first claw was missing. I immediately began searching (which means I ripped the entire living room apart) looking for it. After a bit I stopped, perplexed by how it could just ‘get up and walk away’
A thought dawns on me. My cat Boots is a notorious thief who loves soft, squishy things. He often takes the girls smaller stuff animals and gets them lost behind the couch. I’m betting any money that he has taken my owl’s claw and hidden it somewhere. Since I don’t have the paitence to wait for it to turn up (most likely as a present in front of my bedroom door), I went ahead and made a new one. I’ve learn my lesson not to leave my knitting out anymore. :).